The entire starting line-up of the Commandos, with the exception of Black Lantern Set, is aboard Commando-1 high up in space, awaiting a few words from their Head Coach. President Barack Obama makes his way to the podium that has been set up on a platform. He is joined by his War Cabinet; President Thomas Jefferson, President John Adams and Prime Minister Winston Churchill. Obama takes a moment to look over his team as they wait for him to speak. He clears his throat and then begins…
“There has never been a team that I am more proud to lead into battle than the one that stands before me right now,” Obama starts. “You are the finest soldiers I have ever had the honor to command. All of you have bled for this organization. You have all laid your very lives on the line week in and week out this season in our quest for the Championship. We have lost many this year. I would like to take this opportunity to acknowledge all they sacrificed so that we may be in this position once again. Teammates like Willow Rosenberg and Ellen Ripley.”
He turns and points to the enormous banner that hangs behind him, a banner that has their team logo emblazoned across it. Even our Assistant Coach, Dr. Doom, laid his life down so that we could defeat the nefarious Horsemen of Apokolips. We were fortunate enough when we lost Orion Pax against the vile TEAM, for our Black Lantern Optimus Prime to be resurrected by the wondrous powers of the Matrix. Prime,I hope there’s still a little magic left in that trinket.”
Barack shoots Optimus a wink, to which Prime nods back as to sooth Obama’s concerns.
The President and Head Coach continues, “And then there was Dora.” Obama pauses for a moment as he is caught off guard by a wave of emotion. “Our locker room has had a void in it ever since the Slaves took her from us. It’s known as “The House That Dora Built.” Are we going to let them take from us what all of our friends gave their lives for?! The Slaves have made a career out of keeping us from our goals. I say, enough is enough. Dora gave me a note before the final week of the season. She asked that if she did indeed fall that week, that I would read it to you if we met the Slaves in the Conference Finals.”
He pulls out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket. “It simply says… Send Yoda to me.”
Buffy Summers interjects, “But Mr. President, Yoda survived against the Horsemen. He doesn’t have 9 deaths.”
Barack listens to the Slayer and responds to her apprehensions, “Well then Ms. Summers. We’ll have to kill him twice.”
These are the Commandos’ Head Coach’s final words before teleporting his team to the Playoff Planet.
Meanwhile, George Washington stands in the middle of the Slaves’ locker room. He is surrounded by his starting line-up.
“My brave fellows, you have done all I asked you to do, and more than can be reasonably expected; but our quest for a championship is at stake. You have worn yourselves out with fatigues and hardships, but we know not how to spare you. If you consent to fight one match longer, you with render that service to the cause of a championship, and to your team, which you probably can never do under any other circumstances. Now join me in doing what we do best…. Let’s beat the Commandos.”
As the team begins to leave, Washington stops Yoda. “Master Yoda, how are you feeling, considering?”
Yoda turns slowly as one who is almost 900 years old would, “A day over 400 I barely feel sir.”
These two teams have a storied and epic rivalry between each other. They have fought countless times throughout the history of the Fantasy Fantasy League. This is the third time these teams each have made it to a Conference Finals and the second time they have faced off against each other for the right to represent their Conference in the illustrious Universe Bowl. Neither team has, nevertheless, reached the top of the mountain. This year, however, could be a different. George Washington’s Slaves have already defeated the very team they lost to in the 2009 Universe Bowl and the Commandos put on a dominating performance during this year’s regular season. However, only time will tell, as they first have to survive this confrontation.
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4 comments:
My appetite (and loins) are wet in anticipation...
So, the call was crippled Yoda?
Ballsy, Fizz. Very ballsy.
Eh? Is this one of those dang campaign ads? I already told ya once, I aint puttin no colored feller in the White House!
Just being reminded of Dora brings a tear to my eyes. You have no idea how much we miss you.
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